Death Watch Reports

[11:48] Rahgnall stepped through the door into the den of the highest ranking member of his most sworn enemy...the 'true' mandalorians. Rahgnall steeled himself emotionally so that he didn't come off as disrespectful lest he give away his true intentions. "Thank you for admitting me." he began, stepping wide over a lost mouse droid. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Rahgnall...currently of no clan. I have come at the news of war declared by our hated enemy, the Kyr'tsad." his eyes drifted to the pictures of previous mandalore's before him "I have heard word that you lead men personally on Coruscant and defeated Vurr vizsla in single combat on fondor. Quite the resume."

[11:54] Nicci Sularen eyed the man suspiciously.  Then again she eyed EVERYONE suspiciously.  She gathered up her long red hair and stuffed it into her head covering, then replaved her phrik helmet.  Her armor was from the very being, this Vurr Vizsla, that this man was describing.  She did not trust him, afterall anyone could find a way to obtain mandalorian armor and march into their ranks claiming to be clanless.  She never trusted the clanless Mandalorians and usually gave them the stink eye the moment they walked in.  To avoid causing trouble for her Mandalore though, she merely replaced her helmet and remained silent, but moved closer to him. [11:57] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) brought his visor to stare at the man as he entered, immediately looking at his armor to search for any sort of markings; Clan or otherwise. He found none, not even a Mythosaur. When the man began speaking, the Elder Mando'ad shifted his gaze to his face, leaning forward slightly with his elbows against his knees, fingers interlaced. He found the man suspicious as well, but remained tactful, "Elek." He responded plainly, "You come to answer the call to akaan?" getting straight to business, the man was obviously not very fond of beating around the bush with small talk. [11:59] Rahgnall placed his hand on his chest. [12:04] Rahgnall placed his hand on his chest and walked forward, looking down at the moving droid which was carting drinks around the room. He picked one up for himself and took a small sip before placing it back down on it's surface. "That's right." he said with a nod. "I am eager to distinguish myself in open combat. My life has been one of a mercenary for far too long and I have dreamed of combat with my people side by side." he looked around the room for the moment "You know legend has it that Vurr vizsla's armor was made of phrik...a metal so strong the death star could not have destroyed it. I'm surprised you didn't use it as a trophy for this room." [12:10] Nicci Sularen shot a glare over at the Mandalore, though entirely concealed under the helmet.  She was still angry at him for dropping her like she was nothing, but she begrudgingly served him as her Mandalore nonetheless.  She said nothing when he mentioned the Phrik armor, just folded her arms across her chest and looked at A'denla expectantly.  She was always the silent type anyway.  Usually when she did open her mouth to speak it was only because something despedrately needed saying. [12:10] Nicci Sularen Ordo (suraya.scribe): desperately*)) [12:18] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) would lean back somewhat, arms crossing over his chest, left boot tapping idly upon the floor. His head tilted slightly as the man spoke of fighting alongside brethren and the like, "That 'gam has been applied to more practical uses." Was all he said. it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the entire truth either, and such wouldn't be shared with someone he had just met, Mando'ad or not. [12:24] Rahgnall nods softly. "As I understand it one of corellia's moons is the site of a phrik mine that the sith guard jealousy....the blood moon I believe it's nick named." he tilts his head, his eyes narrowing in wonder "I always wondered what it would take to heat the stuff up enough to shape if the death star itself couldn't damage it." he shrugs "Then again I suppose a more practical use for the armor might just be giving it to gar ad or something." he leans slightly on the side of the conference table. "So then. How can I be of assistance to the war effort? I expect we have a lot of preparations to do." [12:28] Nicci Sularen raised an eyebrow at his seemingly extreme interest in the Phrik armor, but again said nothing to avoid being disrespectful.  She merely grunted and looked to the Mandalore to see what he would say.  She too had arrived here because she had heard of the war with the Death Watch and wanted to answer his call, though she said nothing of such just yet. [12:33] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) heaves a shrug at the explanation regarding the blood moon, and the rather obvious interest in the Phrik armor.. as well as the assumption that a child of his might have it. this swelled his suspicion, and beneath the already-glaring expression of his visor, the Elder's eyes narrowed, "Kill Kyrt'adate." he responded plainly to the question. Only Alore knew tactical information that was to be used in battle,and so it would remain, "Or you may seek out an Alor to see if they have any use for you.. since you seem to have such a profound interest in metals, perhaps Dralshy'a." the tone he possessed stern as usual. [12:39] Rahgnall smiles at that "Actually I'm rather handy as a pilot and jump-soldier from my brief experience as a commando for corellia which is my homeworld. I'm not quite interested in metal working but I just have some knowledge of the blood moon from it's proximity to my home planet. Though I do suppose I should start somewhere shouldn't I? Where can I find Dralshya's base of operations?" [12:44] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) nods slowly, "They live scattered across various worlds, wherever they can find mines to strengthen their supply of armors. te Alor is Arcturis be'Dralshy'a. te Komr'k be'Mand'alor.. seek him out if you wish to make yourself useful." He knew that if there was anyone that could size someone up, it was his friend Arcturis. "Is that all?" [12:49] Rahgnall holds his chin "I suppose that will do for now. Although I must request more specific knowledge of the Dralshya alor's location. I only found you because I had heard that you were on Iziz....the call to rally wasn't that specific and I would die of old age going on the knowledge of 'various planets' with all due respect." [12:55] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) nods, going into his belt and retrieving a small chip. it was the Comm frequency of Niv Dralshy'a, an Elder of Clan Dralshy'a, venerable, though not quite the Alor. he tossed the chip over in his direction, "Arcturis is busy, helping me plan akaan and all." he stated sternly, "That is the frequency to an ori'verd by the name of Niv, venerable but she has nothing better to do." . [13:01] Rahgnall made a mental note of the names and their duties and current objectives as vague as they were. "Ah I see. Then you have my gratitude." he places the chip into one of the pouches in his utility belt. "Will you be heading operations out here from Onderon or can we expect you back on Manda'yaim anytime soon?" he asked as he made his way for the door. [13:04] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) speaks now, rather blatantly, "You ask too many questions." The volume of his voice rose slightly, though not enough to be counted as a yell. Not even Alor'ade asked their Alore so many questions regarding a war, "Seek out Niv, and make yourself useful to her and te aliit." His suspicions only grew.. Could he be a spy of some sort? . [13:07] Nicci Sularen moved to the door and slid her passcard in the panel to allow the clanless vod to depart. [13:09] Nicci Sularen turned to A'denla once he was gone.  She took a glance around the new base, as if for the first time.  "Nice base," she said flatly, not really intending to make it a topic of conversation.  "I two have come to answer the call to your war effort, Mandalore," she addressed him formally, almost coldly. [13:09] Nicci Sularen Ordo (suraya.scribe): too*)) . [13:18] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) looked over at Nicci as she approached, gaze having been shifted from the suspicious man. Uponlooking at her, the beskar-plated lightbulb over his head turned on. She was an ordo, so her attitude of borderline savagery was excellent, and she was intelligent... "Su'cuy, verd." he greeted sternly. he was mindful of the pain he caused her, so he would make sure not to relay his request as A'denla, but as Mand'alor. "The Alore and I forged an aka.. We have nay'c kar'tayl of what sort of forces they have, whether they ganar akaan'ade, or a fleet for that matter. We need a lone verd to pretend to want to join them and feed us information. Te Socarras'Alor recieved word that they have stolen some sort of Cloning properties, and they need to be taken back." . [13:26] Nicci Sularen merely glared at him, though since her helmet was on it could not be seen obviously.  She folded her arms across her chest and looked at him expectantly, "And your point would be....Mandalore?" she asked, in her usual harshness but ther ewas certainly an additional icy ring to her words. [13:30] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) nods now, "You're going to do it." Was all he said regarding that, "By whatever means." With that, he leaned back in his chair, allowing his hands to rest on the ornate arms of the chair, assuming there would be no questions. . [13:32] Nicci Sularen just looked at him.  Why her?  He was trying to get rid of her.  Had to be it.  Maybe he felt bad for dumping her and if she died he would be free of his guilty conscience.  Maybe he HAD no guilty conscience and just wanted her dead anyway.  Afterall she was WEARING the phrik armor they lost.  If she could have picked something up and thrown it at him she would have.  "Yes, MANDALORE." she replied simply. [13:38] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) nods. Wanting her dead was in no way part of his plan. After all, this was a mission of vital importance and he genuinely felt she was capable of it, "jate." he simply replied, "Begin as soon as possible." [13:42] Nicci Sularen just growled.  She was hoping to get to rip some Kyr'stad apart and use their bones to further decorate her armor.  But noooo.  She was sent on a suicide mission where she wouldn't get to kill a damn thing unless she was caught, and if she was caught it meant she failed.  Seething, she went to the table where the computer was located, and began to dig up some information. [13:49] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) would sigh somewhat as he leaned back, bringing a hand up toward his visor and stroking along it's rims as if it were a beard, obviously in a thoughtful manner. He took this time of quiet to think on various things; his plans for battle, where hewould strike.. where would THEY strike? [13:56] Sarad Fett (docter.fizz) stood there next to him standing as a sentry on the tropical Iziz central command post for Mandalore himself. She looked ever the male in her bulky armor and admired the curves of Nicci's suit...distracted by the way the fabric clung to her cheeks and...snap out of it Sarad! "Perhaps we should focus on a preemptive strike?" she asked to break the silence almost as if reading his thoughts "A hit and run op on their fleet to keep them on the defensive....it could buy us more time to plan." [14:03] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) shook his head lightly, "before we get anything done, we require intelligence." The Mandalore stated rather bluntly, stern as usual was his tone, "We don't know of their akaan'ade, their Fleets, their holdings... but that is all being handled." Though he had no intelligence to go off of, he had taken defensive precautions, commanding the various clans that appeared before him in the Concordia gathering to perform specific tasks. [14:09] Sarad Fett (docter.fizz) looks at him and offers a shrug. "Then right now we are at a strict disadvantage unless we rectify that handicap. We only know they have operated out of Endor and Trandosha in the past but they move often and if they have declared war they likely have hold of at least one system. They could strike at any moment while we're waiting in the dark. If I were them I'd strike Concordia first or perhaps even manda'yaim...it's all about sending a message to them." [14:16] Nicci Sularen almost snorted at the very idea of them attacking Manda'yaim.  In their dreams, MAYBE.  Her fingers flew over the keyboard and she smirked wickedly as she thought she might have actually found something useful from a source of hers.  She sent a quiet transmission to the Mand'alor, and erased all traces of her having been on this terminal before shutting it off.  She rose from the chair and stretched her legs, grabbing a mug of ne'tra gal from the serving droid and pulling off her helmet, along with the covering that contained her insanely long crimson hair, while she waited for the Mand'alor's response.  Maybe she was better at this than she thought. [14:18] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) would interject almost as soon as the verd finished speaking, "Which is why we boosted our defenses of known holdings in the meantime. I hate not being able to strike, but until we know -what- then we can't march in blindly. Mando'ade are not slaves like Imperials that can be marched to their deaths,each verd has a value to the cause, and I won't kill them needlessly." he asserted, though he didn't even offer the verd the gaze of his visor,he just remained with a forward stare. Shortly after, hi comm would emit a beep, and he would switch it on in a private channel to see what it contained. [14:23] Sarad Fett (docter.fizz) shakes her head and looks out towards the rest of the room. "They absolutely can be thrown at the enemy like worthless bags of canon fodder. And many would relish the chance to sacrifice themselves if it meant the success of a mission. But that is what makes you mand'alor, there would be no success in a forward attack against an enemy who matches the skill of our own. Their deaths would be in vain and the orders they followed would lack honor." she nods at him approvingly. [14:29] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) nods, "I'm all for the challenges and foundation of glory.. it's what we strive on, but not with blind stupidity. We fight smart." [14:31] Nicci Sularen smirked when she saw the response, and drained the ne'tra gal as if it were water and placed the empty mug back on the droid's flat surface.  She immediately bound her hair up and replaced the head covering she used to hold it in, then replaced her helmet.  She did not bother saying goodbye to the Manda'lor, since that might as well include a punch in the face for all she cared, so she said nothing as she exited the base.